Wooer

Penelope for her Vliſſes ſake, / Deuiz'd a VVeb her vvooers to deceaue: / in vvhich the vvorke that ſhe all day did make / the ſame at night ſhe did againe vnreaue, […]

Whiles we shut the gate upon one wooer, another knocks at the door.

She wrote such a widow-like refusal when she went from me, as might not exclude hope in any other wooer; whatever it may do in Mr. Tony Harlowe.

Sally Leadbitter was vulgar-minded to the last degree; never easy unless her talk was of love and lovers; in her eyes it was an honour to have had a long list of wooers.

Never hold your heart in pain / For an evil-doer; / Never flip it down the lane / To a gifted wooer.

She was, I think, the only girl I ever called on. I wasn’t much of a wooer. When I rang at her front door, her mother seemed taken aback. I should have been the dry cleaner’s messenger, picking up the blouses.